There were about 20 of them and they were dressed in red and blue baseball jerseys, either the “Jerk Sox” or “New Turk,” and they each had their nickname on the back. The bachelor himself was decked out in a sombrero.

I went over to them and started chatting. It’s wedding season, and whenever I spot a bachelor party, I always go talk them up. It turns out that the groom was getting married in a little over a month and they had a full weekend of festivities planned. (They had strippers at the house earlier.) They also had a party bus outside.

The guys were awesome. All of my friends talked to them a bit, but I was spending the most time with them. (One of the guys told me that he had a girlfriend but that whatever I wanted, however my tastes fell, I could have my pick of the entire group!)

After about an hour or so, Holly’s group had mostly dispersed, and the guys were ready to move on to the next watering hole. Then they started telling me that I should totally join them.

None of the other girls wanted to join me, and even though it went against any safety training I was EVER taught, I decided to join them.

Just me and a busful of guys.

Well, I got on the bus, grabbed a beer from the overstocked cooler, and joined in the fun, telling stories, throwing back drinks and dancing. The guys were hanging from the bars like monkeys.

Check it out:

Lapdance! Wouldn’t be a bachelor party without one!

There are a few girls in the back of this picture. They picked up another group of girls to come with them as well — but I think it goes without saying that they weren’t nearly as fun as me.

There’s the groom in the sombrero.

Yeah, no comment.

But the guys at the Hong Kong did get pissed at him for wearing sunglasses inside.

I couldn’t resist. I had to take a picture.

This guy was really cool. We talked for a while, and it turns out that he is in the same industry as my new job! He’s now working as a consultant, pulling in crazy money and working abroad. It was FANTASTIC to hear about someone doing that.

This guy was just fun.

And now for the red lipstick. I’ve found that guys always LOVE it. There are certain biological reasons for this (I won’t go into details here, but Google it and you’ll find out some surprising information). At any rate, it’s always a hit.

They told me to give the groom a kiss on the cheek, just to leave a mark on him before his wedding, so I did. And pretty soon there we had escalated into all-out red lipstick war, and everyone was covered in it.

Yeah. The guys wore it.

They put it on and they loved it.

It was a sea of red.

We dropped by a bar in Beacon Hill, but the line was too long, so we decided to just ride in the bus for a bit (while still doing acrobatics on the poles), then head back to Allston, where one of the revelers lived. The group of girls joined us there, though they didn’t stay at the house for long.

One of the guys was really into wine, and I attempt to be somewhat into wine, so he ended up pouring a really nice Zinfandel, my favorite varietal. (NOT White Zinfandel. We had this argument with all the guys.)

I had to get a shot with the groom. He was a really good sport, despite what they put him through all night.

I love this picture so much. And doesn’t the guy on the right look like Joel McHale from The Soup?

I stayed there for a few hours, telling stories, dancing, singing songs, trading travel stories, trading drinking stories. And it wasn’t weird at all being the only girl there. In fact, it was exhilarating. I was the center of attention (and you know how much I love that!). They weren’t weird about it, either — though they kept trying to outdo each other whenever they were in front of me.

I have to say, they were such fun guys. I had a blast hanging out with them. They told me that I was the coolest girl ever for being spontaneous and actually coming on my own, without a buffer group. Again, they were awesome.

I returned the favor by not overstaying my welcome and catching a cab back as the sun was rising. The guys were due to play paintball today. What a great bachelor weekend!

Looking back, I’m still kind of surprised I did it. I mean, that’s exactly the kind of thing they tell you NOT to do. Well, I trusted these guys, and I know that’s not a valid reason, but it was the truth. And they turned out to be AWESOME.

I’m off to find a new tube of bright red lipstick, because mine has worn down to a nub.